Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Seth’s [POV]

“Look at you in your beautiful dress,” I said, setting down my spatula to step toward them. I reached for Laurie but she pushed out a hand, nudging me back. With her other hand, she clung to Ally’s neck and buried her face in her chest.

The look Ally gave me was mutinous.

I stroked a hand over Laurie’s curling wet hair. She burrowed more into Ally. “You look like a princess, honey. All these purple sparkles.”

She didn’t reply. Ally just glared.

“What do you say you open one of your presents before your friends get here?” I wasn’t above bribery. Besides, I was keeping a pretty big secret about the party. But hell, it was supposed to rain, and how else could we entertain twenty kids indoors?

Laurie lifted her head and knuckled one of her eyes.

“Let’s go downstairs to the family room.” I checked the food on the grill, making sure I could leave it for a moment or two.

“You want to man the grill then while I take her downstairs?”

Ally stuck out her chin and her hand. “I can do it.”

“Fine. We’ll be right back.” I exchanged the spatula for my daughter and had to swallow a chuckle as Ally poked at the simmering meat. Even after all these years of working at the diner, she still wasn’t very adept at making food.

Laurie poked me in the chest. “Down.”

Sure, Ally could carry her all over, but me? Not gonna happen.

Swallowing a sigh, I set her down and she immediately took off down the hall, reaching up for the doorknob that led into the basement. She couldn’t quite turn it herself so I helped, and she rushed down the stairs. And stopped at the bottom, still gripping the railing.

Saying absolutely nothing.

I came down the steps behind her and taking advantage of her surprise, swooped her up again and set her on my hip. “It’s a giant sandbox.” I walked around the edges of the most contained mounds of sand I’d had trucked in on a whim yesterday while Laurie was at Pre-K. I’d had to pay outrageously for it, as well as call in a few favors, but I now was the proud owner of a shit-ton of sand that would be hauled out tomorrow at great personal expense. Not to mention all the furniture in this room had been shoved in the spare room and would need to be brought back out again.

Too bad Laurie was frowning at the giant, cool-as-fuck sandbox as if she didn’t get what it was.

“See, look.” I put her down outside the sand and bent to grab one of the oversized beach balls I’d added to the sand. I tossed it across the sand and it got stuck, so I leaned forward to grab it-

And my mischievous child saw fit to push me into the sand, letting out a huge squeal of laughter.

“Think that’s funny, huh? You rascal.” I darted forward on my knees and snatched her

up, lifting her sideways and holding her over a big pile of sand. “Maybe I should push you in the sand too.”

“No, no, Daddy, no!”

The door upstairs opened and closed and footsteps sounded on the stairs. I turned, still holding my squirming kid, to see both Ally and the mother who’d asked me out on the phone, Tina, gaping at me.

“You filled your entire family room with sand?” Incredulously, Ally hurried down the rest of the stairs and hiked up her dress to pick her way around the sandbox. “You do realize how impractical that is? How you’re never going to manage to get every grain out, and it’s going to embed in the floorboards.”

“There’s safety rubber underneath.” I glanced past her at Tina. “Hi there. Is anyone manning my grill by any chance?”

“Yes, Mr. Robinson from down the street took over. Tina was worried about you. Said you guys were setting up a date when the phone disconnected.”

Oh fuck.

“Al-”

“Then we heard squealing and hurried down here.” Ally bent gingerly to push one of the inflatable beach balls across the sand. “I can’t believe you did this.”

First time of many I had a feeling I’d be hearing that today.

I righted Laurie in my arms and gave her a quick hug. “Your friends are here. Why don’t you go back upstairs with Mrs. Johnson while I talk to Ally?”

“Okay.” As soon as I set Laurie back on her feet, she scampered off, scattering sand. Then she spun back around and charged up to me again, gripping me around the legs. “Thank you, Daddy.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

It came out sounding a little like Tank Eww, Dabby but close enough.

Though Tina held out a hand for Laurie, she was staring fixedly at me. “I hope we can continue that conversation later, Seth.”

“It’s probably good if we don’t.” I smiled at her to soften the blow. “I’m committed to someone right now. But thank you for your interest.”

It was a toss-up and one of the women gave me a more scathing glance.

“C’mon, Laurie,” Tina said. “Let’s go upstairs so you can say hi to everyone in your pretty dress!”

Laurie trotted along after her, chattering happily.

The door shut behind them, and Ally kicked one of the beach balls hard enough that it nearly took out the TV on the other side of the room.

“Committed right now? Like this instant? You should’ve given her an end date. Don’t want her to get discouraged and give up too soon.” Ally aimed for the other beach ball and did the same thing, this time nearly missing the one lamp we’d left behind because it was also on the opposite side of the space. Lawrence had some serious leg power.

Which wasn’t hot at all.

Not even a little bit.

I scratched the back of my neck. It wouldn’t do to seem pleased by this recent turn of events. Being stupidly overjoyed that she was jealous was simply not appropriate. I should be ashamed.

I might be tomorrow.

Or next year.

“I’m getting the feeling you’re angry.”

“Oh, are you? Are you now? What was your first clue?” She crouched to pick up the plastic bucket and slotted scoop, and I quickly rushed over to take it out of her hands before it left a dent in my wall. “Don’t crowd me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I tossed the toys aside and hooked my fingers on the bodice of her dress, hauling her against me. “You know, I thought this purple was my favorite color on you, but I was wrong.” I bit down on her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth. “It’s green.”

She shoved at my chest and moved her face away from mine. “You think this is funny?”

“More like ridiculous.”

“I don’t know what idea you had about this whole impregnate-my-bestie scenario, but while this is going on, you’re not going to be hitting on other chicks.”

“Noted.”

“And if I do get knocked up, you’re not going to be bumping uglies with anyone while I’m waddling around in muumuus. It’s not going to happen.”

“Also noted. Will you be barefoot while walking in muu-muus? I’ll probably need pictures if so.”

She poked me in the side. “This isn’t a joke. I get that you just can’t help being so damn sexy that women throw themselves at you right and left, but you better-freaking try.”

I cocked a brow and framed her cheeks between my hands. “I’m going to need you to repeat that. All of that. Like twenty times. Feel free to add some heavy breathing around the sexy part for effect.”

Her lips almost twitched into a smile, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze.

“Hey.”

Nothing.

“Ally Cat,” I said softly, and she looked up at me, her golden brown eyes wary. “I’m not interested in that woman. In any woman, for that matter, except the one standing in front of me.”

“I didn’t say you had to lie. Just while you’re dipping your wick in this pot, you’re not going to in any other. All I’m saying.”

“Your pot is all I need or want.” I nearly added more. So much more. Every hour that passed, I had more inside me for her, and I was just beginning to untangle what that might mean.

But she wouldn’t have believed me anyway. Not now. Maybe not ever.

The corner of her mouth ticked up. “You do have your form of sweet talking, gotta give you that.”

“I have my form of many things, as you’re learning.” I brushed a kiss over her ear. “I asked you what your Facebook relationship status was. I think we need to come up with one for this.”

“Oh, we do, do we? Because being a Facebook official is very important.”

“It is.” I reached down and cupped her ass through her thin dress, swallowing a groan at the barely there outline of her panties beneath. Would they be white lace? Blush pink? Maybe some other nearly translucent color that would never be enough to hide her swollen pussy from my gaze. “If another guy comes near you, even looks at you, I may rip his eyes out. Just fair warning.”

“Is that so?” Her breathless question had me tightening behind the zipper of my pants.

“So you might want to consider a Facebook status as a humanitarian gesture. A warning sign to save other men from a fate worse than death.”

“I’ve never seen you get violent. Or jealous. For that matter, I’m simply not the kind of woman men go batty for.” She shrugged and shifted her feet. “I think it’s because I’m missing the feminine gene. I’m wearing this dress right now, and all I want to do is take it off and get back into my jeans.”

“You think dresses are what make you feminine?” I looped a couple of strands of her hair around my fingers and tugged. “I’d say what makes you feminine is that you’re the bravest, smartest, most kickass woman I’ve ever known.” I lowered my voice. “And the way you purr deep in your throat when you come. That too.”

“What am I, a cat?” But there was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice.

The pleasure I’d put there, just by telling the truth.

My reply was smothered by her placing her hand over my mouth. “No pussy jokes. We have to get back upstairs.”

“Mmm-hmm.” I nudged her hand aside and squeezed her ass one more time. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to play sex-on-the-beach later? I don’t have an ocean nearby, but I do have this nice pile of sand…” I gestured.

“The sand thing was really sweet. Laurie will always have these memories in years to come.”

“Not sure she likes it either.”

“Sure she does. Wait until all her friends come down here and see this. It’s like a kid’s dream come true.”

“Yeah, yeah, they’ll love it. Now back to sex.”

She grinned. “As nice as this sand is, you also have a nice big bed.” She patted my stomach and my cock jumped visibly enough that she laughed, her eyes dancing. “Thumbs up?”

“Up.” I cupped my hand around her neck and brought her mouth to mine, sinking into a kiss that was equal parts need and want and relief that she was still mine.

This hadn’t ended yet. She’d be in my bed tonight, and if I was lucky, again and again after that.

For as many tomorrows as I could beg, borrow, and steal.

Her tongue slipped along mine and she moaned as I cupped her cheek, tilting her head so I could take more. Always more. Her body curved into mine and I hooked my foot through hers, desperate to feel every part of her flush against me.

The sound of a clearing throat had us jerking apart. I blinked away the Ally haze and shifted my gaze toward the stairs, somehow not surprised my cat-quiet brother was standing there with one eyebrow winged up. Then he glanced around the family room, his frown deepening.

“If that’s truly sand, your contractor deserves a bad review on Yelp.”